An enchanted walk

I did that thing today.  That bit about taking the road less traveled.  Really it was just a grassy path, but it did divide and my daughter and I chose the one less traveled.  Not because it looked better, just because the other people went the other way.  I wonder how many people make choices like that?  Probably more than I think.

We were taken by the beautiful wildflowers that clustered here and there among the wild grasses and weeds.  Although if the truth be told I have a very hard time telling the weeds from the flowers, if it blooms and I like it, then it is a flower!

There were violets of every hue standing next to blue-eyed marys and spring beauties!  Toothwort and bloodroot and hepatica were scattered among the bluebells.  It was an Easter basket of delight for the eyes and soft walking for the feet too.

We marveled at butterflies that flew like flocks of jewels, and at emerald green beetles adorning the logs along our way.  It was an enchanted journey and had you asked us we might have said it was Brigadoon come down to earth just for us, but the only inhabitant was an ancient grandfather tree and a lonely Canadian goose.

We wandered down to the river and through the lowland meadows then slowly began the climb to the cliffs and there was a time when I thought my legs could not take one more step!  We joked that if I did not, then future travelers would find two sad little skeletons lying among the bluebells.

Nearly two hours later we emerged from our journey into familiar ground and crossing a bridge finally made it back to our car.  A step into the past when hikes like this were easy for me.  And you know what?  Today really wasn’t that hard!